Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

"An explosion like that in the middle of the road would have leveled all the nearby houses!"

Lancer looked around, relieved to see that the homes lining the street hadn't been caught in the blast.

Such a massive explosion couldn't possibly have gone unnoticed by the nearby residents. The sound of commotion could be heard from the houses on either side of the road, but no one dared to step outside for a look.

The people of Fuyuki City had long learned an unspoken rule: when something unusual happens, don't go out to watch.

Otherwise, you might become the spectacle.

"Oh? You sure are kindhearted!"

Roy's voice came from the other side.

"For someone who's supposed to be a vengeful spirit, you sure care about the lives of ordinary people. It's almost like you're shouting, 'I'm not Jeanne Alter,' isn't that right? Or should I say, 'someone who's not Jeanne Alter'?"

"No, actually, this concern is more fitting for the original Jeanne d'Arc, wouldn't you say? So… could you be the real Jeanne under the guise of Alter?"

Lancer turned her head, her eyes locking onto Roy. His Mystic Eyes were trained on her, glinting with playful amusement.

Lancer remained silent.

She had no idea how Roy had immediately seen through her identity as a Servant, nor how he even knew about her Alter form.

But clearly, her true nature was exposed.

Even the side hidden beneath the Alter facade had been revealed.

Lancer—Saint Jeanne d'Arc—had no words to counter.

"Earlier, when I tested you, what would've happened if you hadn't blocked the attack? Do you understand?"

Jeanne gave Roy a reproachful look. The hellish flames flickering on her body made her gaze blurry and indistinct, but her tone hinted at her unsettled emotions.

"And what if I do? So what?"

Roy clicked his tongue in annoyance, his interest quickly fading.

He had expected something more substantial from her.

What a bore.

Classic Saint Jeanne.

Jeanne bit her lip slightly.

She had hoped Roy had a way to control the runes to prevent harm to the innocent, but his nonchalant response dashed any such hopes.

"Why…"

Why had he become this kind of person?

"Lancer,"

the armored old man's emotionless voice rang out.

"...Master?"

"I command you, with a Command Seal—kill that traitor!"

The old man raised his hand, eyes gleaming with malice. A scarlet flame-like symbol ignited on the back of his hand, transforming into pure magical energy and binding chains that wrapped around Jeanne.

"What—?"

Jeanne was shocked.

She hadn't expected her Master to use a Command Seal at this moment.

Before she could finish speaking, the magic of the Command Seal had already locked onto her, forcing her body to move. Without her control, she brandished her twin spears and charged at Roy.

"Get out of the way!"

In a panic, Jeanne shouted a warning to Roy.

"...This is one weird Master-Servant pair."

Okita Souji's expression was complicated.

Was this Lancer really an enemy Servant?

She was the Servant of that armored old man who clearly wanted nothing more than to kill Roy.

Yet, not only did she lack any real fighting spirit, but after being controlled by a Command Seal, she was still anxiously warning Roy.

Why do you care so much about my Master?

Annoyed by the thought, Okita dashed forward without hesitation, engaging Lancer head-on.

Now that Jeanne was forced to attack by the power of the Command Seal, Okita's earlier unease dissipated. She focused entirely on the fight.

"As expected, her strength and speed are formidable—she's a tough opponent. But she's not strong enough to break through my defense and reach my Master!"

Through their brief exchange, Okita thought to herself.

Ever since she had been summoned, Okita had felt oddly powerful, with her stats boosted across the board. Plus, her haori, a Noble Phantasm that enhanced her abilities, left her in a state where she felt like she could take on two of her normal self.

As the famed genius swordsman of the Shinsengumi, her presence in Japan granted her even greater strength. She was confident she could fight toe-to-toe with top-tier Servants!

Even with the Command Seal's reinforcement, Lancer's swordsmanship wasn't superior enough to break through Okita's guard.

Okita held firm.

Roy stood behind her, safely shielded by her impeccable defense.

Lancer attempted several times to break through and strike him down, but each time Okita skillfully blocked her advance, leaving Lancer no chance to succeed.

Roy glanced at the armored old man in the distance.

Unfortunately, the road was a narrow, one-way street.

With Okita and Jeanne locked in combat directly in front of him, he couldn't make a move on the old man. Even if he found an opening, Jeanne would undoubtedly intercept him.

And just then—

"Archer!"

Suddenly, a scarlet light streaked through the air from afar.

On closer inspection, it was an arrow wrapped in surging magical energy, tearing through the wind with a piercing howl.

Its target: Lancer.

Sensing the oncoming danger, Jeanne quickly disengaged from Okita and retreated.

Okita didn't pursue, instead returning to stand guard in front of Roy.

The arrow shot past, striking the asphalt and exploding into a crater a foot deep. The impact was as powerful as a supersonic missile.

Even a Servant, hit directly, would have been gravely injured, if not killed.

The arrow disintegrated into glowing particles in the crater.

"Magus over there—did you register your entry into this city?"

A refined voice cut through the air.

A young woman with twin ponytails, walking with perfect poise, approached Roy, a flawless smile gracing her face.

"Fuyuki City is in a critical state right now. If a foreign magus like you has become a Master, I won't force you to join us in protecting the city. But attacking those who are protecting it—now that, really gets on my nerves."

Rin Tohsaka had arrived.

And she instantly grasped the situation.

The armored old man was one of the remaining Masters, but clearly, he wasn't a native of Fuyuki.

Fuyuki City had over two hundred magi, and while Rin didn't have every face memorized, someone as distinctive as the old man would have stood out. She was certain he was from out of town.

She could understand if an outsider didn't answer the City Hall's summons to help protect Fuyuki City—after all, magi weren't known for their morality. Expecting them to help out of goodwill was about as realistic as hoping for a goddess to descend from the heavens.

But to not help, and instead attack someone who was protecting the city? That was infuriating.

"Leave immediately, or we'll have no choice but to eliminate you first!"

Rin's voice carried authority as she declared her ultimatum.

Behind her stood a tall, broad-shouldered figure in a red coat—her nameless Archer. His gaze was steady, yet tinged with a complex emotion as he looked at the battlefield.

Nothing here resembled the Fuyuki City he once knew.

Only he could understand the complicated turmoil that churned within him.

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